First Day of school, and I'm sitting in detention. This is
just where I need to be right now. My mom is going to take her
shotgun and blow my head off, when I get home. Yeah, I know
what you're thinking. Something like this right, 'You're mom
would never do such a thing' or 'Mothers are so kind'. Well
apparently you don't know my mom. Imagine Rambo and the
Terminator combined as one woman. It's not pretty.
My thoughts are disrupted, when a crumpled piece of paper hits
me in the head. My Rambinator mother is the least of my
concerns right now. Tristan Evans, otherwise known as the
school's bad boy, is annoying the crap out of me. He's the one
who got me in this horrible situation anyway. You'd think he'd
be a little more considerate. I look over and give him my best
death glare. I unravel the crimped paper, and read what it
'Let's get outta here'
This was golden, just golden. This was unicorns and rainbows.
Was he freaking serious? First, he goes and starts a fight with
gee I don't know, Josh he's just the quarterback of the
football team. Then, drags me into all of his problems by
pinning Josh's new and improved black eye on me! How does a
5'2 girl get in a fist fight a 6'5 boy? Of course the principal
being the crazy schizophrenic that she is, didn't believe me
when I said I wasn't involved with his crazy plot. Not to
mention that she too, is in love with Tristan, along with all
his other die hard fans and attention whores.
So now I am stuck in detention with Tristan Jerk face Evans.
I replied on the crumpled paper, scribbling furiously. I threw
the paper right at his head of messy black hair. I take some
time to gaze at his built body, and how his tanned skin made
him so...What was the word?
Stop, what the heck just happened? His perfect face looks up
at me, and then he smirks. His emerald eyes catches my cerulean
ones practically eye raping him , causing me to blush slightly.
I am disrupted once again, but this time he puts the paper on
'Let's get outta here'
'No! You're a jerk and I hate you'
'You know what they say about hate, it soon turns to love. Oh
and I saw you checking me out, don't pretend you weren't. You
look even cuter when you blush ;)'
Did he just wink? Before I can write anything back, he's gone.
The teacher in the room is sleeping, so I guess anyone can
easily escape. With that being said his comment leaves my face
beyond the color of Clifford. Yes, I just referred to Clifford,
as in the big red dog. I sit at my desk for a next two hours
doodling in my notebook, until school is finally out. The bell
rings much to loudly for my ears, as I exit the brick building
of hell. I swing my book bag over one shoulder, and proceed to
walk home when I hear what sounded like a hamster strung on
No. I don't know what that sound likes. But that's what I
imagine it does.
"Savvy!!!!" It shouted. I jerk my head around, to realize the
thing was just my annoying friend, being her usual irritating
self. Well, at least she wasn't like most preppy girls talking
crap about each other. That's what I loved about her, she
wasn't afraid to be herself. "Jeez Savannah," Vivian breathes
between each word," You walk to damn fast!" She puts her hand
on my shoulder, and dramatically pants. Her long blonde hair
cascades down over her shoulders. She looks up at me with her
icy blue eyes, and mouths 'what'. I smile her and say, "Just
thinking how lucky I am that you're my friend, and not my
enemy." When Vivian got mad, no words were capable of
describing it. She'd physically start to fight you. I'm not
talking about scratching and pulling hair. I mean a real fight,
punches, kicks, and all the good stuff in between. I try again
to begin my walk home.
"So," she speaks casually," Do you have something that you
wanna tell me?" Her arm rests on my shoulder, and she stares at
me trying to make me uncomfortable, but it doesn't work.
"Nope," I break the silence, "Why would I?" I push her arm off
my shoulder, and open the front door to my house.
" I don't know let's think?" She says with sarcastically. Her
hands are on her hips, and here eyes are narrow slits.
I walk into my house, it was nothing big, just average you can
say. Vivian follows after me.
"Savannah Rose Cross," Viv says sternly, "You didn't answer
Did Vivian just say my full name?
She is mad.
You can practically see flames, that are protruding off of
her ivory skin. She stares at me waiting for me to reply, but I
take this opportunity to run.
I drop my book bag on the floor, and hastily run to my room.
She's a few steps behind but she catches up, and grabs my legs.
"Why can't you just tell me what happened?" she pleads.
"Because." I say frustrated.
"Because, what?" she says a little more tempered.
"It's embarrassing." I timidly say, looking away. Blush dusts
my cheeks, and I become uncomfortable remembering the notes we
"Oh my God, you're blushing Sav," she says slowly,"You have to
tell me now, I'm going to make some popcorn I'll be right back.